The Maiden’s Wall

protect the king
it sounds aloud
battle cries
enemies run
axes, swords
and shields are raised
a final clash
before it’s done

my shield-maidens
are all that’s left
they form a line
a wall of shields
all men fell
and lie here dead
on these barren
and now bloody fields

a crow flies low
and calls my name
he lures my eyes
where odin stands
as i watch
he turns and fades
i will not die
on these far lands

valhalla shall wait
another day
shield-maidens
scream and fight
spears and swords
breaking of shields
fight, oh, maidens
we feast tonight

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